"Then go without worries, Huang Que always appears just when needed, always bringing us crucial clues. Look, aren't you currently worrying, not knowing what 'Space-Time Coordinates' refers to? Maybe Huang Que says she can't speak, but actually, she might still hint at you through her actions, giving you the answer."
"After all... after all, that's Copenhagen, which for many science enthusiasts, is also considered a pilgrimage site. Who knows, once you get there, you might really find something."
Lin Xian nodded:
"Even if she deceives me, it doesn't matter."
He waved at Liu Feng and left the laboratory:
"I owe her too much."
...
The next day.
Pudong Airport.
Lin Xian, pushing their suitcases, followed behind the click-clacking high heels of Huang Que, like a little follower.
Huang Que seemed very relaxed.
Though today she was still wearing her high heels that seemed welded to her feet, and the sapphire earrings that seemed welded to her earlobes.
